I’d like to welcome my friend, Melissa Powell Gay, to the blog for #ThisorThatThursday!
A few of your favorite things:
Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens (and all the Sound of Music songs.)
Things you need to throw out:
Reams of paper that are drafts of my first novel. (Was saving them for the posthumous library.)
Favorite music or song:
See answer to first question.
Music that drives you crazy:
Songs filled with profanity, written and performed to shock. I like hip-hop and rap. But the more radical rappers (especially women) do a disservice to womankind when they verbally masturbate, eviscerate, eliminate, and denigrate their sexual partners in front of millions of followers. Not a good example for the young ones watching-and we know they’re watching.
Favorite beverage:
I’m addicted to Diet Coke. I know, I know, it’s not as hip or as funny as saying I’m addicted to Coke but DC is my monkey.
Something that gives you a sour face:
Lemons, definitely lemons.
Favorite smell:
Lavender. And the top of a baby’s head. Is the latter too creepy?
Something that makes you hold your nose:
These days? Voting in the national election.
Something you’re really good at:
Seeing both sides of an argument. However, it’s a curse when I have to decide which flavor of ice cream is the smarter choice.
Something you’re really bad at:
Extemporaneous answers but give me five minutes and a web browser and I can nail it.
Something you wish you could do:
Fly. With a cape. And boots. Got to have the kick-butt boots.
Something you wish you’d never learned to do:
Scroll while writing. My daily writing routine sometimes gets highjacked by The Sirens of Social Media
Something you like to do:
Nothing.
Something you wish you’d never done:
Told my husband I can cook.
The last thing you ordered online:
Is this a trick question? A book, of course.
The last thing you regret buying:
That dress I really liked but it was a tad snug however I convinced myself that I’d drop a pound or two before the day of the big event then I didn’t so the dress is still in the closet, with the tags still on it, staring at me EVERY TIME I OPEN MY CLOSET DOOR.
Things you’d walk a mile for:
Water. A bathroom. In that order.
Things that make you want to run screaming from the room:
Listening to political speeches. Listening to others talk about the political speeches.
People you’d like to invite to dinner (living):
Martha Stewart and Snoop Dog. You mean together, right?
People you’d cancel dinner on:
The guy that forgot his wallet the last time we meet for dinner.
Favorite things to do:
Make up stories. This comes in handy since I’m a fiction writer.
Things you’d run through a fire or eat bugs to get out of doing:
I don’t react to coercion very well. I do, however, force my characters to do it.
The coolest person you’ve ever met:
My husband.
The celebrity who didn’t look like he/she did in pictures/video:
I met Samuel L. Jackson at a Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas once. He was gracious and polite, unlike the surly and devious characters he often plays in the movies.
The nicest thing a reader said to you:
Ah, “I read your book.”? No, seriously, the nicest thing a reader has said to me is, “I liked your book. I gave it to my friend to read.”
The craziest thing a reader said to you:
Reader: “I really like that part where she smashed in the guy’s head.”
Me, to reader: “Wow, thanks.”
Me, to myself: “I’ve never written a scene like that. Maybe I should.”
About Melissa and Her Books:
Melissa Powell Gay lives and writes in Glen Allen, Virginia. Featuring the Southern storytelling genre, her novels and short stories champion themes of self-reliance and independent thinking. Sprinkled with a dash of humor, her work is for any reader over the age of eighteen. She is the author of four books and is busy working on her fifth.
